The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

Chen Changsheng looked blankly at Ouyang who was in high spirits on the high platform, and in a trance, this was the treatment his senior brother deserved.

Talented, friendly, chivalrous and courageous, caring for the weak, the Holy Son of Qingyun Sect deserves his name!

But why is it in the illusion, and why is it after Ling Feng's death?

What about Zu Yuan?

What about the monster?

Chen Changsheng's hand holding the sword hilt began to tremble uncontrollably. Although he knew he was going to do it, facing such a weird scene, Chen Changsheng still wanted to watch it.

What will the world look like after my senior brother becomes the Son of God!

I really want to watch it, I really want to watch my senior brother reach the pinnacle of this world!

Chen Changsheng let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword in a trance, but the vigilance in his heart made Chen Changsheng hold the hilt again.

This is an illusion!These are all fake!

On the high platform, Ouyang cupped his hands and raised his fists above his head, laughing and beckoning to the four directions: "Thank you, thank you, everyone, go to the small mountain to drink today!"

Ouyang's words caused a burst of laughter, and the only one in the crowd who didn't laugh was Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng, who longed most for his senior brother to stand on the high platform, was full of astonishment and bewilderment at this moment.

Ouyang's eyes caught Chen Changsheng who was frightened like a deer, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he jumped in front of Chen Changsheng.

The blue shirt looked taller and taller in Chen Changsheng's eyes, and Ouyang's bright smile also infected Chen Changsheng.

"Junior brother, let's go, today is a carnival belonging to our small mountain!" Ouyang smiled and held out his hand to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng, who was holding the hilt of his sword tightly, looked at the senior brother who was smiling all over his face, and involuntarily let go of the hilt in his hand, and handed it to Ouyang.

With a slight pull, Ouyang led Chen Changsheng to land on the high platform again, stepped on the high platform unrestrainedly and said unscrupulously: "My junior brother represents me, and I represent the master, so my junior brother also represents the master." Door! Which of you dare to bully him if you don't open your eyes, be careful that labor and capital blow up your toilet on the top of the mountain! Hahaha!"

He acted recklessly and uttered wild words in a youthful manner, which made Dong Xuzi and Hu Yun beside him couldn't help but cover their faces.

And such arrogant words caused a burst of applause from the audience, especially the brothers of Xingfeng, their hands were all red!

Everything is so harmonious, everything is so natural.

After his senior brother became the Holy Son, he would indeed do such unsightly things, and this was exactly what Ouyang was in Chen Changsheng's heart.

Suddenly Ouyang's expression froze, Ouyang lowered his head in a daze, watched a bloody long sword pass through his chest, and turned his head in disbelief.

And everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, even the elders on the high platform, even Hu Yun and Dong Xuzi didn't react.

Chen Changsheng tightly held the hilt of the sword with both hands, his eyes fixed on the long sword in his hand.

"Long...long life?" Ouyang looked at his closest junior in disbelief, and this long sword happened to be inserted in his dantian, and Ouyang could feel his vitality was rapidly draining.

"Rebel!"

"The devil!"

"traitor!"

Amidst countless insults, Ouyang fell into a pool of blood and lost his voice.

Chen Changsheng looked at his blood-stained hands trembling all over his body. Although he knew that this was what he had to do, he still felt the pain. He wanted to howl to vent, but he opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound.

Ouyang died, on the day he succeeded Qing Yunzong's holy son.

The one who made the move was Chen Changsheng, a younger brother who was from the same line as Ouyang, and Ouyang regarded him as his own.

This caused an uproar in Qing Yunzong, and Chen Changsheng became a prisoner in an instant.

Chen Changsheng's six senses were sealed off, his dantian was destroyed, his cultivation base was abolished, and he was thrown into Xingfeng's prison.

All conceivable punishments in the world have been used countless times on Chen Changsheng.

And Chen Changsheng huddled in the deepest part of the dungeon with blank eyes, his whole body was covered with wounds, he was dying but never said a word.

No one knew why Chen Changsheng would suddenly kill Ouyang.

No amount of torture could pry Chen Changsheng's mouth open.

Chen Changsheng seemed to be a puppet manipulated by others, to kill such a senior brother who was so close to him.

Everyone came here to reprimand loudly, and countless fellow disciples even yelled at themselves and used capital punishment.

Chen Changsheng didn't care about this kind of physical and verbal pain.

But one word from his master nearly broke Chen Changsheng's mind.

"Since he wants to kill Ouyang so much, then ask the Master of the Wanfa Sect to build an illusion and let him kill Ouyang thirty times a day in the illusion!"

Hu Yun's words also heralded the beginning of Chen Changsheng's pain.

After Wanfazong arrived, Chen Changsheng had to use different killing methods against the constructed Ouyang every day.

Watching Ouyang die painfully in his own hands.

Twenty times a day, like this every day, Chen Changsheng watched helplessly the elder brother whom he had killed countless times with his own hands.

The look in the eyes began to disintegrate, and the whole person was on the verge of collapse.

"Why do you destroy such a beautiful thing?" Hu Yun's cold words rang in Chen Changsheng's ears.

Chen Changsheng, who was too weak to speak, just curled up and didn't answer.

"As long as you open your mouth, everything will return to what you want most!" Hu Yun's cold voice sounded without any emotion.

"Hahaha, hahaha..." Chen Changsheng laughed maniacally with blood on his teeth, coughing blood desperately while laughing, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

Chen Changsheng looked at the master who made him a stranger in front of him, but the smile on his face was unusually bright: "Aren't you going to be unable to hold on anymore? Waste?"

Hu Yun's expression became even colder. He raised his hand and directly controlled Chen Changsheng to come in front of him. He grabbed Chen Changsheng's neck with one hand and shouted in a frantic ear, "Are you human? You actually destroyed you with your own hands!" The most beautiful thing in your heart? How can you destroy it more than once? How can you survive until now?"

Hu Yun's voice became more and more harsh and crazed.

But Chen Changsheng heard a trace of panic in Hu Yun's voice, and he smiled weakly at Hu Yun and said, "Yes, am I still a human being? I personally killed my senior brother for power, even if he was a fake , but I still killed it with my own hands."

Hearing Chen Changsheng's tone as if he wanted to give up, Hu Yun's face immediately became kind, and he raised his hand to wipe blood on Chen Changsheng's face like an elder, and said in a gentle voice, "As long as you nod your head, there will be more people here. It will be your eternal home! It will also be your eternal dream!"

Chen Changsheng laughed, but his smile was unusually weird. His blood-stained face looked at Hu Yun in front of him with a paradoxical expression and said:

"But do you know? This is not the first time I have personally killed a senior brother!"